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Mar 2020
they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul

so while you stare at me, what do you see?
is my soul free?

I wonder, what you’re looking at
is there peace? or shattered pieces?

what is my reflection?
I know it’s not perfection.

many flaws and an uneven patch.
it’s not that easy to win this match.

let me help you.
if you look closely you will see, that this is not about me.

it’s about you, it’s true.
to understand what lives behind your eyes is a process.
at first it will look like a mad mess.

but as you keep going you keep growing.
and then, slowly, your true colours will start showing.

- gio, 22.03.2019
Giorgia Travaglione
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Giorgia Travaglione  22/F/Switzerland
(22/F/Switzerland)   
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